A Train of Brake Lights Extending?

Rest in Peace, Pete Shelley.

• 63. Fuck I love that song.
• Dietles.
• Psst. Beto the Stalking Horse.
• Eureka v Insignificance.
• I miss walking Manhattan.
• Hey, bartender!
• Psst. Beto the Beard.
• Book of Hell.
• Marc Elrich has been Moco Exec for 72 hours, where are the fucking gulags?
• The problem with internet metaphors.
• Psst. The betoing coming, the sound of professional Democrats drowning sound from the left, betoing.
• Antidote.
• The guy I was in 1981 thought this song a life song, thinks so today:

           
13 QUESTIONS FOR THE NEW ECONOMY

Susan Briante

On the side of the road, white cardboard in the shape of a man,
           illegible script. A signpost with scrawl: Will pay cash for 
              diabetes strips.
    
A system under the system with its black box.                     Disability hearing?
a billboard reads. Trouble with Social Security? Where does the riot begin?
    
Spark of dry grass, Russian thistle in flames, or butterflies bobbing
as if pulled by unseen strings               through the alleyway.
            
My mother’s riot would have been peace. A bicycle wheel
              chained to a concrete planter. What metaphor
     
              can I use to describe the children sleeping in cages in 
                  detention
centers? Birds pushed fenceward by a breeze? A train of brake lights
         
extending? Mesquite pods mill under our feet
on a rainless sidewalk. What revolution            will my daughter feed?
     
A break-the-state twig-quick snap or a long divining            as if
for water? A cotton silence? A death?                 Who will read this
     
in the next economy, the one that comes after the one that kills us?
What lessons will we take from the side of the road? A wooden crucifix,
     
a white bicycle, a pinwheel, a poem
waiting to be redacted:                         Which would you cross out?